Welcome to the new incarnation of the Marlboro Review. When we put out Issue #20 some time ago we did not know it would be the last journal in print, but suddenly print prices doubled overnight as did postage. As we heard "small" magazines like The Nation threaten to go under while Time whistled along on the track of more money than they need, we knew we were in for it. For a while I thought to throw in the towel but along came a graduate student in IT and web development and she needed a project. We got together and what you see here is Issue #21, mostly her doing because none of us would have had a clue in this day just how to put an on-line issue together. So many thanks to her.

Since the beginning of our print journal days (1996) many folks helped us hold it all together: Many thanks to Rebecca Irvine Hippert who ran our web site while we were still a print journal. Thanks to Ruth Anderson Barnett who served as poetry editor for many years and to Helen Fremont and Margaret Kaufman who read fiction till they couldn't see straight. Thanks to our board and especially to our donors. We are still a 501(c)(3) corporation and may still accept tax deductible donations which we hope to continue to get. We do not need to sell subscriptions anymore to pay the bills and now anyone at all can read our pages and comment. But, dear donors, we still need you.

I hope you still enjoy the fine writing we have always published and the established and emerging writers we want to support. We will once again run a poetry contest later down the line and will also have a featured writer's page. Come late spring we hope to have an electronic submissions page and hope to come fully into the 21st century even though the editor has a dirty little secret. I am still on dial up out here in Vermont. All the folks who work with me are on high speed, thank all the gods, and our provider promises dial up will be gone and broadband will be ours by summer. I will not hold my breath. But for now, welcome and enjoy.